'This guy is incandescent' goes the cover blurb on my edition, which I picked up on spec in a motorway service station. The next day I had finished it and was in mourning that there was no more. Ings paints a jagged and terrifying picture of our future. At our fingertips is brain compatable hardware, (datafat), von Neuman self replicating machines and easy space travel. We also have dead seas, shattered cities and sinister conspiracies. Same old same old us with nasty new toys. There are, naturally, also aliens in this book, like much science fiction. And like most Sci-fi there is speculation on what an alien intelligence is like. Ings' gives these aliens a motive and a means to be a very threatening presence throughout the book. The difference is that these aliens are as much a by product of human technology as nuclear waste is a by product of nuclear power. It's just that nuclear waste is more benign... Malise, the central character is as damged and twisted as the broken landscape she inhabits, gifted, but not in control of those gifts. This is a starkly and dangerously imagined, hecticly paced vision. Read it and hope it doesn't happen...